There we were, I held Sabrina's hand. It was a snowy afternoon on a Monday. I have endured the constant, cruel torment of the children at school. But that did not hold a candle to the upcoming torture I am going to endure here.

I stood in front of Constance Warner's house. A beautiful modern contemporary style house with two stories. Melanie and Morgan has accompanied us, both oblivious from the agony within in my mind.

Sabrina tugged my arm, feverishly pulling towards the porch to knock on the front door. My feet are planted within the pavement. Morgan bypassed us and went to the front door. She knocked on the front door a few times.

When the door opened, Constance appeared in the doorway with a innocent smile. My heart dropped, complete dread overflowed through me. She was dressed in a baby blue, frilly dress with long sleeves. Constance beckoned us inside. "Come on! Come on!" She urged. I swallowed my fear like a bitter pill, I needed to confront Constance NOW! I must show my dominance here. Both of us are similar, both of us are capable of brutal violence, both of us has our deepest darkest secrets. I refused to be afraid of my doppelganger!

I forced my legs to trot over Constance inside of the house. The house was tastefully designed, making it evoke the feeling of openness. I scanned my surroundings to see the Warner's son sitting lazily in the living room. He laid on the couch on his back, he had on earphones that was blaring loud music.

He was a slim young boy with slick brown hair and dark eyes. He had a long face with a stubby nose. My eyes caught a glimpse of Melanie blushing profusely, her eyes are fixated on him.

Little crush, I see. I thought in my head. When I was younger, I never had a crush on any of my classmates. My Father was seemingly my soulmate, I felt no attraction to anyone expect him. I then saw Morgan periodically glancing at him, her cheeks are rosy and her face is red.

Both of them seemed to have a crush on this little punk. I did not find him attractive at all. He seemed like a normal stupid teenager. I dismissed this stupid lovefest and focused on Constance. Boldly, I released Sabrina and I grabbed Constance's hand. Constance's eyes snapped at me startled, instinctively she yanked her hand away.

I gave her a cold look. "We need to talk." I said bluntly. Constance simply nodded. "Let's go to my bedroom." Constance declared. Sabrina overheard our conservation. "Can I come?" Sabrina begged.

My voice was gentle. "No, me and Constance needs to talk about something important." I explained.

With that, I proceeded to follow Constance up the staircase. Her room was at the end of the hallway. When Constance opened her bedroom door, the sweet aroma of vanilla hit my nostrils. Her room was tidy with creme colored walls, she had a comfortable canopy bed, and finewood dressers. As I entered her bedroom, I saw a armoire dresser with a mirror next to a large aquamarine in the corner of the room. I thought of Wanda at this moment, I imagined myself drowning her by plunging her head into the crystal clear water.

Constance was beaming with childlike jubilance. She closed the door behind us. Once the door was shut, her demeanor changed from childlike innocence to gravely serious.

"What do you want to talk about?" She inquired as she walked towards her neatly made bed.

"Our secrets." I answered.

Constance sat on her bed. I promptly sat next to her.

I didn't want to wait any longer. I spoke in Russian. "Why are you so insistent on knowing me?" I demanded.

"Alanna, I harbor no ill will to you. I simply want us to be friends. For years, I've been alone in this world. Having someone similar to me just seems to be a good thing." Constance explained softly.

I rolled my eyes, boldness filled me. "You have all of my secrets in your hands. You are a deluded madwoman!" I accused.

Constance looked at me as if I was stupid. "You have all of my secrets as well. You don't think I have sleepless nights myself? The only difference between me and you is that I don't cross people unless I have to!"

I was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Have I revealed your secret, Alanna? No. I could have. I could have revealed it to that family you tricked and expose you. I wouldn't be affected in the least. When you're being dragged away by the authorities to a horrible fate, I'll be here, sitting in my warm bed. If I wanted to blackmail you or torment you, I would have done it by now. But I'm not. If you do not wish to be my friend, then fine. But we must have an alliance!"

I arched my eyebrow. "An alliance?" I echoed.

"Yes, let's be honest, we go to the same school, live in the same state, and our adoptive family know each other. I need to keep an eye on you to make you're not going to reveal my secret. I swear to you, if you do not reveal my secret, I will not reveal yours." Constance vowed as she extended out a hand to me. Without a thought, I shook it.

At that moment, I purged all fear from my body. I understood Constance at this moment. Perhaps being friends or allies with her will be wise. I loosened my stiff muscles.

It was quiet for a while until Constance broke the silence by making small talk. "What's your life story?" She inquired abruptly.

My stomach churned. I felt strange exposing my darkest deeds. "I murdered my Father and his whores."

Constance smiled wickedly. "Sounds just like me. I too had to get my hands dirty. I fled the scene and I turned to prostitution for a living. It was maddening." She had a look of disgust of her face. "I had to deal with violent bastards high on liquor and drugs. Men fond of little girls were my usual clients. I ended up killing a few of them. I had to stab some idiotic prostitutes who could never shut up when told to."

I nodded upon hearing that. I was amazed at how similar our history was.

"How did you get to this point?" Constance asked.

"Well," I felt like I was naked at this moment. All of the facts of my private life revealed. I didn't mind telling Constance personally, but it was still strange.

"I...I..want to have a family. For all of my life, I always wanted a family of my own. I want a small, precious child and a wonderful man who could love me like a woman."

Constance smiled faintly. "Wow….I want a family myself. That's one of my main goals of pretending to be a pleasant girl. I always dreamed of being a Mother to a wonderful small child. A man who could cherish me and protect me."

Constance stared me in the eyes. "Why did you murdered your father? You and I seem to have mirrored experiences." She said casually.

A mixture of sorrow and wrathful anger flowed through me. The sorrow was aimed at me. "He broke my heart. He treated me with all of the tender love and cherishment you can give a person. Then as I grew up, I was no longer the apple of his eye. He made sure to let me know that I was not a woman. I was a freak. I was a monster. That no man could love someone like me. So," My voice became hollow. "So I killed him one night. I murdered his whores first. I slit their throats and stabbed them until they looked like swiss cheese. Then I wrote on the wall in their blood for my Father to see. Once he came from work, I murdered him. I stabbed him so many times I lost count. I mostly stabbed him in the throat, I nearly decapitated him. After that, I burned that fucking house down and fled. I went to the Capital of Estonia, where I was a prostitute. I just could never catch a break, I was abused by anyone. From my Father to my clients. Everyone was hurting me and when I gave my heart to men who I believed loved me, I would just feel a rage that cannot be contained." I realized I overtalked. I was releasing my entire life story to this random woman.

Constance pushed her dark chocolate bangs out of her eyes. "Well my story is slightly different. I had a special relationship with my Father. But then my stepmother came into my life. Things became strange. All three of us were involved in a romantic relationship. All three of us were madly in love. Even though I was mostly attracted to my Father. He treated me like his beloved wife, so I felt like it. I didn't mind being romantic with my stepmother. She wasn't a disappointment, to say the least. But then my Father wanted a fourth woman in our relationship. She stole my Father away from me. The cunt was a disgusting whore!" Her tone is brewing with unbridled hatred. "My relationship with my Stepmother, Olga was terrible. I hated her and she hated me. Father kept us together. He kept the peace. He was the reason why we were in this relationship. So when he abandoned us, it made everything go to shit!" Constance slammed her fists on the soft blanket of the bed. She glared at nothing, her teeth clenched with sheer fury. "I gave that man all of my love. But he betrayed me." Then her expression softened. "Then he grew bored with his mistress. The mistress was nothing but a desperate slut that always begged my Father for sex. But he went directly to me. Only me. I was on cloud nine. My life seemed to be wonderful at that moment. My Father was my life. I was homeschooled by him, I would make him meals, I would wash his sheets and treated him like my charming prince." She released out a sigh. "Then I stopped growing. I was stunned to look like a small child. Olga took me to get tested and I found out about my condition. My life changed from that moment, my Father would lash out at me. He told me I was not a woman. Olga was just as wicked as him. I was beaten and abused in so many ways by them. So I killed them. I stabbed them both one night and I killed the mistress by bashing her skull with a hammer!" Her chest heaved up and down.

"Then I burned down that shithole!" She snarled. "Then I became a prostitute and I had to get my hand dirty several more times." Constance gestured to her attire. "I was locked away for five years! I went to my sister." Constance's eyes widened with cherishment. "My beloved sister, Marzia helped me. She gave me a home for a short while. She helped me get the right documents and identity papers to create sweet little Constance. I was adopted by a family and was sent here to America." Constance's expression smoothened. She scooted closer to me with a pleasant smile.

"I thought about seducing the man and making him my lover. That's mostly what I dreamed of. I don't mind a small child in my care. I just want the simple life a woman can possess. But overall I just need to avoid suspicion at all times." She concluded.

I nodded. "Me too. I was adopted by a family, I tried to seduce the Father, but he rejected me. So I murdered him and his family. The recent family I went to seemed promising. I had two little girls. I spared one and I had to let her go. I still miss her to this day. I've been through hell trying to find happiness." Constance put a warm hand on my back, giving me a reassuring pat. "We are both suffering, Alanna. Both of us are black sheep, cursed with misery and abuse, only to have blood on our hands."

I felt comfortable now. I found myself lying down on my back. The bed felt like a cloud, soft, and tranquil.

"This family looks promising," I commented.

Constance giggled. "Yep. I love my little Clementine. She is a sweet little tot. She is Mommy's, little sweetheart." Constance cooed lovingly. Her tone became dreamy when she spoke of Arthur. "He is a hunk. Handsome, kind, and loving. He doesn't talk very much, but he is still charming." Then she frowned. "But that bloody woman and her annoying dipshit of a son is a nuisance."

"Your family seems nice. I do like your adoptive parents. The children of the family seem decent. Expect that one little girl."

I sat on Constance's bed with a blank mind. I just wanted to go home. I longed Alyona, my sweet little angel. She was at home with the Weiss. I miss her so much.

I laid on Constance's bed and waited for the house to become silent.

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